Blacker Hearts For the Killher handwriting is long and lanky like… like… a swan's neckBlacker Hearts For the Kill
black eyes glaring
blue eyes blackened
by burning tears bloodshot and waiting deadly and dying wasting
away
to nothing and eggshell of a poem with no meaning underneath her breaths are short and shallow the pains deep down are hindering her voice tell me a secret her ears are tilted down to the earth's heartbeat but there's nothing there to hear smile's hidden glamour beneath a curtain of shaggy silver there's a dark re
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"How the time is never now, and we know who we should love, but we're never certain how. I know you might roll your eyes at this, but I'm so glad that you exist." --The Weakerthans
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Judah Melton
Photo Editor - Summer '04
Iowa State Daily
"We're not on the Christ Trip. That's been done and it doesn't work. You prove your point, and then you have 2,000 years of war. We know where that trip goes."
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We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.
~ Buddha
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Love, as well as time, heals all wounds...
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